Ami Takeuchi Vs. Michael Northman

Some quick chain wrestling led the crowd to cheer in excitement as the supermodel's waist-lock was countered by the blonde male as he locked in a waist-lock of his own. Ami gritted her teeth as she let out a small girlish moan, she would spread her legs and squat a bit, making her cute butt press back up against Michael. The supermodel would bring her hands to his wrists to pry his hands off her while backing up into him.

Eventually, she would have him backed up in the corner of the turnbuckle as she had him sandwiched between the corner turnbuckle and her body. She felt his arms loosen up and she flashed a toothed grin, looking to smack an elbow back into his side to break away from the grip before quickly turning to face him after she escaped.

The supermodel would look to grab the ropes to the left hand side before stretching her long legs to press it against Michael's throat in a corner footchoke, using the ropes to aid her balance. "Hehe~anytime you wanna submit, you just lemme know, K'?" she would giggle mischievously.

Micheal was effectively trapped between Ami and the corner as he was forced to blush a light bit, the woman then suddenly threw a harsh elbow straight into his side, causing his arms to leave her waist and move to try and protect himself from anymore of those elbow strikes. Which seemed to be just what Ami wanted as it allowed the blue haired beauty to turn around and shoot her leg up.

Her boot came up against Michael's throat and chin as it started to press and push against him. The young blond would grunt out, legs kicking a bit as Ami's lovely leg was used to choke him.

Gritting his teeth, the Swede would bring his right hand up to grab at Ami's foot, trying to figure out how to get free from this hold, the referee would shortly enough step in and call for a rope break. As Michael was trapped in the corner and had one hand gripping onto the top ropes.

The supermodel managed to turn the tables on her opponent, the two were engaged in a fast paced wrestling match by countering each other's submission attempt. Ami backed Michael up into the corner, before turning to face him and extended her long legs to press up against his throat while grabbing the ropes to the side to choke him out by the sole of her boot.

She felt him grabbing her foot and attempted to break off the choke but the referee was already on the supermodel's case, telling her off to let the blonde male go as it was a rope break. Ami ignored the referee's orders, keeping her foot firmly pressed against Michael and the referee started to count, she went up to four before the supermodel let her foot down and raised her arms up to her side. "What? This is just tough love~ he can handle it, can't you blondie?" she would say turning to the referee and then to Michael.

She would approach the blonde, grabbing him by the head to drag him out of the corner back to the middle of the ring.

Michael coughed out as he was finally freed after Ami had been told off by the referee and then the count came, before she was disqualified Ami moved her boot away from Michael's throat and allowed him to breath unhindered, which simply led him to cough a lot as he tried to gather his senses again.

Before she could do so though the blue haired beauty grabbed a hold of his head and started to drag him towards the center of the ring. Though, Michael had no interest in being bullied around in this match! As he would try and step in close against Ami, looking to press his front against the lovely red clad woman's side. Wrapping his arms around her, before he'd try to lift Ami up and throw her down onto the mat with a quick belly-to-side suplex attempt!

As Ami eased up her foot from her opponent's neck, she would take some time to enjoy her handywork while ignoring the referee who was trying to tell Ami to adhere to the rules. The supermodel would simply focus on the blonde male instead, grabbing him by the head to drag him away from the corner back towards the middle of the ring.

He would break off from her grip and step to the side, pressing himself against her as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her up off her feet and slammed her down in a surprise belly to side suplex!

*THUD*

Ami's shoulder and side took most of the impact, she let out a girlish moan as she rolled over onto her backside, with a pain stricken expression on her face as she clutched her side while bridging up slightly.

Michael was able to quickly turn things around on the former Tension Champion, slamming her down hard against the mat with that belly to side suplex as he then watched her wonderful frame bridge up off of the mat in pain, as he would rise up, rubbing his neck a little.

" Okay, that works." Michael let out to himself as he would take off running towards the ropes. Looking to run at them and then leap off of them. It was time for him to do what he did best, which was fly! Jumping up and bouncing off of the middle ropes he would try and hit Ami with a lionsault!

The supermodel lost momentum as Michael turned the tables against her, slamming her down hard on her side as he executed a belly to side suplex. She moaned out in pain, clutching her side as she bridged up off the mat.

Luckily for her, he didn't follow up his move with another power move or submission. Instead, he would run towards the ropes to bounce off them and attempted an aerial maneuver, flipping acrobatically for a lionsault. The supermodel saw this half-coming and attempted to roll away from her original position just as he launched himself off the ring ropes.

Michael tried to go with his tried and true method of highflying moves, he took to the ropes and bounced off of them, leaping up into the air in a rather acrobatic display as he flew through the air and then came crashing down!

Straight onto the mat, as Ami Takeuchi had been able to roll out of the way in the knick of time, the Swede crashed onto the mat and flopped up to his knees, his arms wrapping around his chest and ribs, cradling them as he groaned out in pain.

Ami managed to roll out of the way just in time, Michael crash landed on the ring mats missing his target as his fit body smacked against canvas. The Swede would flop up and shift onto his knees protecting his chest and ribs while groaning. Meanwhile, the supermodel had already started to get up on her feet to work her next move.

Seeing him down on his knees, Ami would unleash a couple of quick kicks to his lower back to stun him. If she managed to do so, the blue haired beauty would wrap her arms around his neck from behind to trap him in a dragon sleeper submission while he was down on his knees and she was standing on her feet behind him. "Grrrrr! How's that, pretty good huh?" she would say, squeezing her arms tight.

Michael groaned out as he started to rise up, getting up to his knees only in time for Ami Takeuchi to step in behind him and send of two brutal kicks, stunning Michael and almost made him fall forwards onto his hands and knees, but before he could do so, the blue haired babe took a hold of his head and pulled it in under her armpit.

Being yanked back and pulled into a nasty dragon sleeper submission hold, his hands came up and grabbed at her arms, trying to pull and force it off of his head " Mmmghh!...Grh...Y-yeah..." Michael let out as he answered Ami's words, it was a rather good hold and Ami was proving to be a very tough opponent. He'd need to think of a way to turn things around as if things kept up like this he might end up losing rather quickly.